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Eyes Shut, Pretending to Sleep


I could hear them, those sparrows
as they called to each other
outside my window. Their shadows
dancing on my eyelids, light
and dark.

A breeze finds the slenderest gaps,
reaches my skin. Morning gathers
momentum, bursts silently
upon the ledge. I sense it
like the small hand

Of my daughter
just before she draws
wobbly circles on the soles
of my feet.
Then giggles.


This poem also appears in another website where it is languishing.